Long Road Home +

Sheltering from a heavy rainstorm, my buddy and I found refuge in an abandoned Native American hut. The patter of rain against the wooden roof lulled us to sleep, cocooned in the stories of those who once inhabited the land. When dawn broke, the storm had passed, leaving a serene landscape awaiting exploration. As I stepped only a few paces from my sleeping bag, I was greeted by an endless road stretching into the vast desert expanse, a mesmerizing scene that beckoned to be captured—a moment where solitude and beauty intertwined amidst the remnants of history.